The snow fell lightly, twinkling through the black trees as they hit rays of moonlight. It was December, and with it came the first true snow of the year. Castiel gazed up, blue eyes enamored of it all. Dean Winchester, the angel's constant companion, followed, green eyes shining ethereal in the twilight.
"Pretty, huh?" Dean remarked, leaning up against a streetlamp and following Cas' eyes to the moon.
"It is extraordinarily aesthetically pleasing, Dean." Cas remarked breathlessly. "More than that-it is beautiful." Dean laughed, but then tilted his head as he saw a shiver rack Castiel's frame.
"Cas?" he asked, hurrying forward to him. Cas looked helplessly over at him, not knowing at all what he was experiencing, and Dean could almost roar with laughter at his confusion if his angel wasn't cold. Wordlessly, he shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around the angel's shoulders. "C'mon, Cas. You can look at the moon from inside the house." he said, wrapping an arm around his waist and threading his spare hand through Cas' cold fingers. Cas smiled and squeezed the hand offered, leaning his head on the other man's shoulder.
The two walked in silence back home, the snow following them like a silvery shroud.
